• Flying Solo
    Here i am,
    there you are.
    You walk on,
    as if you were a falling star.
    Right on by, past my face.
    I stand there alone,
    in the wet paste.
    My life is rotting,
    as you continue to ignore my sky.
    Will I ever truly fly?
    Here i am,
    there you are.
    Isn't the distance far?